The story of the bridge
On a balcony, an elderly woman looked at the crowd and threw her hands in the air. On other balconies, there was applause. “Peaceful,” the marchers shouted. At the foot of the bridge, the security services were waiting, with other plans. This narrative piece from today’s NYT reminded me a bit of Kapuscinski’s Another Day of Life. Kapuscinski is trying to make sense of a...